Penis Chickens and Labia Pork
I have a few observations:
- In NYC, five bucks can get you: maybe 2 2-liter sodas, a pint at Black Rabbit, a pint and a pizza at Lulu’s, not a damn thing on the menu at Little Branch, a footlong, two subway rides as far as you’re bored to go, a cupcake from the Chelsea market, some sweet hotdogs from a shitshack on Staten island (at least the Ferry is free), two 20 oz sodas from a damn street vendor, or a bunch of old buttons.
- There’s someone who tags all the buildings in Brooklyn with the name, “Dickchicken” or “Pussyham.” Cathryn proposed photographing all of the meat-genital exploits of this potential duo or same guy who gets bored spray-painting cocks on top of cooked chickens and snizzes onto Christmas hams. I think we’ll look into it.
- Eammes furniture and “shabby chic” are all the rage in buying a dresser. It’s also difficult to buy a dresser that isn’t stupid expensive or potentially covered in bed bugs.
- NYC has a horrible bed bug problem. Also, bed bugs are a bug-fearing hypochondriac's nightmare.
- I regularly see the Empire State building while going to work and wandering our neighborhood. Dondé esta, señor Kong?
- Our cats alternate from very, very good cats to very, very bad cats at very displeasing times. Late at night? Let’s sleep on the bed with them! Early morning? Let’s rip at the laundry basket and play king on the mountain at the window!
- Spoon regularly takes tumbles off the bed because she doesn’t always jump high enough on. Hilarious.
- Scout hates the sound of our toilet flushing. Granted, it’s loud and sudden (it’d force a sizable child down the pipe with the jet-force of that water) but no matter how far away she is, she hides from it.
- I have not missed driving yet.
- Suspenders and outfits from the 30s-50s are cool. Thanks, Mad Men.
- Emails from crazy people is a hilarious site.
- I’m thinking of going to Coney Island today, just to horrify myself.